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Repose

An October interlude, held together by gossamer: In a house adrift in mist, butterflies and free-standing giant dahlias and filled with bird call, cricket-chirr and the occasional toot as buses and cars swerved past this bend in the mountain, I recently read Jan Morris’ Trieste and the Meaning of Nowhere. Although she memorialised and allegorised an imperial … Continue reading

Finding Kerouac on the Grand Trunk Road…

‘Live, travel, adventure, bless and don’t be sorry…’ among the many things he said, showing us the way(s) to be. And where he’s most alive, our Jack, is the highway Sher Shah Suri laid down in the sixteenth century, 2,500 continuous kilometres connecting Chittagong to Kabul, on which you’ll still find truckers for whom the road is life. We … Continue reading